The Exotic Brunches

We also spent some time with Clara's younger sister Dotty and her husband Bud. It is their habit, on Saturday and Sunday mornings, to take the morning paper and a cup of coffee or tea back to bed. This first picture, which I choose to call "Reflections on Domestic Tranquility" shows that scenario --

the "reflections" part comes from the fact that, due to the dimensions of their room, I had to shoot into the mirror on the closet door in order to get them into the picture . . .
The second picture shows part of the offerings at the second most elaborate brunch I have ever encountered. On Saturday morning, after the newspaper reading, etc., we all went out to the Pechanga Indian Casino on the south side of Temecula for their Saturday brunch. I was contentedly enjoying my made-to-order omelet with a slab of rare prime rib when Clara came along with this plate --


shrimp nopales salad, crawfish salad and raw Ahi tuna (no doubt marinated in lime juice for a ceviche effect) -- way beyond anything I have ever encountered in a casino before (with the exception of the $50 a head Sunday brunch at Bally's in Vegas where they serve name-brand French champagne . . . )
The third picture shows a delight of a slightly different sort -- perhaps the area's largest omelet

(I suspect they whip the egg whites in order to get a very puffy omelet . . . ) -- this on Sunday morning . . . of course, after the usual coffee/tea/morning paper routine . . .